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A proud Chateau acolyte writes,
After reading the Toddler game article I decided to try some little kid game.
One of my plates [ed: “plates” = concurrent lovers or would-be lovers] was going to Africa for a month doing non-ebola humanitarian work so I decided to give her a gift before she left. Using crayons I drew two crude stick figures and wrote “u R cool hAV fuN iN AfriKA” accompanied by “I stayed up past my bed time making this for you.
She started beaming and even teared up a little. She told me that she would nail it to the door of her hut so that she could always see it when she was home.
Total cost to me was less than $1.
If you must mate guard, this is the cool alpha male way to do it. Low investment, high humor, and a physical anchor that will remind her of you every day she’s in that grass hut. If Toddler Game can defeat mandingo-hunting EatPraySlut “””humanitarian work”””, it is powerful game indeed. Its power rests in the attitude it conveys to women: Charming aloofness and happy recklessness. However, reader, I would caution you to consider the worst possibility, and to have an escape route ready should you sense on her return that your woman did what comes naturally to women who spend months overseas with noble savages.
NB: Alpha males rarely spend more than a few bucks on gifts for their girls. If you spend $$$ on jewelry, etc for a girl, you are beta and you fail.
Update: A comment from Count Rockula who applied a dollop of CH game to his text convo with a coy girl.
Here’s a classic Heartiste reply that saved me… little background here. I had been banging this 23 year old who I met one night at a party. She took me to another party one night, where I met one of her friends, a hot blonde 8, who I shared eyes with on several occasions. Chatted her up, found out she was moving in a month to another state, but never got her number. Few weeks later, I see her out at a bar. Got her number (“Oh man, I was hoping you would ask me for it!”) and texted her a few days later…
She knew I was banging her friend, and I knew I would at some point in the interaction have to deal with a shit test regarding that. Thanks to the words from an older blog posted here, I passed with flying colors…
After some prelim banter…
Me: So What night we meeting for a drink? Wednesday or Thursday?
Her: Is that allowed ? Aren’t you like dating Sara?
Me: Yeah, Sara and I hang out sometimes, but no, I’m not dating anyone
Me: But hey, if you have a hang up about that it’s cool, I get it
Her: Haha no, I don’t wanna hang out
…..15 minutes later…
Her: I’m out of work at 8 Wednesday. Planned on seeing Kayla
Her: Time is getting slim because my flights Saturday
Her: Meet at (X Venue) Friday night?
This blog and its community are life changers…keep it up everyone.
That was beautiful, man. A master class of text game from beginning to end. There is a time for “lol”, and that was it. Poetry.